Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2379 Chapter 1085: Seizing the Vessel_2

With the Evil God's continuous growth, nightmares would invariably engulf the land.

Consequently, these Demon Sects would find themselves ensconced behind a natural bulwark of malevolent thoughts, rendering them utterly fearless, even against the formidable High Masters of the Righteous Dao, regardless of whether they hailed from the Heaven Void or the Feather Transformation Realm.

The very essence of the Evil God's existence became a potent "great weapon."

Moreover, the current circumstances unfolded even more favorably than they had dared to anticipate.

Although the Evil God had indeed descended, its full power had yet to coalesce, and it remained in the process of integrating with its chosen vessel, a union of divinity and humanity.

This precise moment presented their golden opportunity to seize and exert control over the Evil God.

Once extricated from the Blood Sacrifice Array, they would be able to "abduct" the Evil God and transport it to their own dominion.

The Evil God would belong to them.

The cultivators from Yin Corpse Valley and the Demon Sword Sect, both adept in the Feather Transformation Realm, ceased their restraint and unleashed their respective mastery over corpse and sword control, launching their assault upon Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu, consumed by incandescent rage, abandoned all pretense of courtesy, his eyes burning a furious crimson as he transformed into a monstrous demon to engage the duo in a desperate, life-or-death struggle.

The three formidable figures of the Feather Transformation Realm became locked in a ferocious, mortal combat.

For a fleeting instant, the entirety of the grand hall trembled and reverberated with the immense power unleashed.

Fortunately, this location was within a Third-Grade State Boundary, which imposed limitations on the full exertion of Feather Transformation cultivators' might; otherwise, this solemn hall dedicated to the Evil God would likely have been reduced to rubble instantaneously.

Meanwhile, as the titanic clash raged between the three, Mo Hua, holding Yu Er's hand, followed Shangguan Wang as they exited the main hall and ventured into the labyrinthine confines of the Blood and Flesh Maze.

Within the expansive maze, living flesh writhed and pulsed, sharp white bones protruded at odd angles, and the intricately constructed walls of bone loomed before them, rendering any sense of direction utterly futile.

Shangguan Wang knitted his brows, casting a concerned glance at Mo Hua, and stated, "Mr. Tu has sealed the maze, and I possess no map. We are effectively trapped."

"It matters not,"

Mo Hua responded with a profound calmness, a subtle depth flickering within his eyes as he extended his divine sense, making contact with the maze's inherent energy. He then raised his hand, indicating a direction forward.

"Open!"

Without delay, a surge of ominous, evil Qi cascaded forth, and a startling transformation began to unfold.

The Blood and Flesh Maze appeared to bend to its "master's" command, its sinuous passages twisting and retracting to the sides of their own volition.

White bones erupted from the very ground, coalescing in the center to form a distinct bone pathway, as if deliberately constructing a route for the "master."

In that singular moment, Mo Hua exuded the aura of the maze's absolute controller.

Astonishment bloomed on Shangguan Wang's face, and the final vestiges of doubt within his heart dissolved completely.

An individual capable of commanding the Evil God's labyrinth and manipulating both flesh and bone, even if not the Evil God itself, must surely be the "High Priest," the inheritor of the Evil God's divine will.

All other potential deceptions faded into insignificance; the spectacle unfolding before him was an undeniable testament to the truth.

Shangguan Wang's conviction solidified, his demeanor shifting to one of profound respect towards Mo Hua, and he began to regard Yu Er with an almost reverent awe, as if the Divine Lord himself had made a personal appearance.

"Let us proceed," Mo Hua stated crisply.

Shangguan Wang executed a deep bow and offered a respectful salute, affirming, "Yes, revered one."

As the consuming flesh receded and the bones formed a guiding path, the trio ascended the stark white bones, traversing the Blood and Flesh Maze, and finally emerged into the grand hall that housed the Blood Sacrifice Array.

While Mo Hua possessed an intimate familiarity with the intricacies of the Blood and Flesh Maze itself, the vast and convoluted outer temples presented a different challenge; his knowledge of their layout was not as comprehensive.

He cast a look towards Shangguan Wang, instructing, "Guide us toward Yanluo Mountain."

Shangguan Wang, now fully accustomed to receiving Mo Hua's directives, inclined his head and replied with utmost deference, "It shall be done."

Thus, Shangguan Wang continued his devoted task of leading Mo Hua forward.

This necessity had been a point of careful consideration for Mo Hua previously.

The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation was of such immense scale; while he could grasp the internal mechanics of the Formation Pivot, a complete understanding of every intricate passage within the Evil God Temple was not guaranteed.

Even with navigational knowledge, any attempt to spirit Yu Er away from this stronghold, infested as it was with demons, would inevitably be fraught with perilous challenges.

Consequently, a "guide" was an indispensable requirement.

This guide needed to possess a high standing, substantial cultivation, a perceptible greed, and a vulnerable Taoist Heart.

Shangguan Wang perfectly fit this profile.

Having personally escorted Yu Er deep into the Blood Sacrifice Hall, it was only fitting that he would also be the one to escort her safely out.

Such were the dictates of Heavenly Mechanism Causality, a matter of inevitability.

The three navigated through a series of corridors, chambers, great halls, and imposing gates, gradually departing from the magnificent Evil God temple and proceeding towards the exterior.

This was, after all, the Evil God's formidable stronghold, populated by a multitude of demon cultivators, their forms grotesque and their dispositions inherently malevolent.

However, with Shangguan Wang, a potent force within the Feather Transformation Realm, leading the way, no one dared to impede their progress.

On the rare occasion that an individual of lesser sense dared to question the presence of Mo Hua and Yu Er, their arms were swiftly severed by a decisive blow from Shangguan Wang's sword.

"How dare you question my resolve?"

A group of impetuous demon cultivators, defying authority, sought to confront Shangguan Wang.

With swift, brutal efficiency, Shangguan Wang extinguished their lives, snapping necks and impaling chests with his sword. This display of the Feather Transformation's formidable power served as a stark warning to any who dared to challenge his dominance.

They proceeded onward for an indeterminate distance, traversing the demon sea of the Evil Temple until they reached a crimson, blood-red cliff.

Before them stood a portal, disturbingly resembling flesh and blood.

It was through this very passage, the flesh and blood gateway, that Mr. Tu had previously guided him into the formidable Great Wilderness Evil God Temple.

Having spent considerable time in Mr. Tu's company, he had absorbed a vast amount of knowledge regarding formations, earning him the affectionate moniker, "Little Mr. Tu."

Placing his hand upon the fleshy wall, he felt the city's internal divine thought aura, meticulously analyzing the intricate design of the Blood Sacrifice Formation. A short while later, with a subtle shift of his mind, threads of blood materialized, vibrating as they parted to unveil the blood-red entryway.

Shangguan Wang took the lead, entering the passage first. Mo Hua, cradling Yu Er, followed closely in Shangguan Wang's wake.

The path ahead presented a gruesome tableau: the dismembered bodies of cultivators, glistening organs of a sanguine hue, sights so repulsive and sickening they defied description.

While Shangguan Wang maintained an expression of utter indifference, Mo Hua, despite a deep sense of revulsion inwardly, managed to project an aura of unwavering composure.

However, Yu Er, due to his tender age, could not withstand the horrific spectacle. His face turned ashen, and his limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.

To prevent Yu Er from betraying their presence, Mo Hua gently covered his eyes with a hand, urging him to close them, before hoisting the boy onto his back.

Upon Mo Hua's back, Yu Er found himself enveloped in a calming, serene aura. The ghastly scenes of bloodshed, the pervasive evil, and the palpable fear all dissolved into insignificance. The knot of tension in his heart loosened, allowing him to succumb to a deep and peaceful slumber.